I bumped into some friends that morning. They teased me, the fact I'd had a one-night stand was obvious, and I brazened it out, laughing with them.
Yes, I was doing the 'walk of shame', a phrase that suggests a mildly embarrassed morning swagger after a fun night of sex. I felt none of that.
I tried to walk strong and proud, with my head up in my Gucci heels and a tight, white, borrowed and now rather grubby, designer dress. But, in fact, I felt a wretched mix of horrible shame, stinging regret and physical discomfort. Plus a burning hatred for the man I had just spent the night with.
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